Master Class by Cassandra Carr Read Free Book Online

good girl on Saturday, maybe I’ll fuck you again.”
    She shuddered. “Thank you, sir.”
    “See you at eight.” He hung up, wanting to keep her off-kilter, and finished wiping off his hand. Ryan couldn’t freaking wait for Saturday.
    * * * *
    “You look suspiciously…happy for the last day of a trade show,” Lisette’s friend Andrea remarked when Lisette strode into their booth area.
    “I do?”
    “Yes, you do.” Andrea cocked her head. “It’s weird.”
    Lisette stuck her tongue out at her friend. “How’s everything here?”
    Andrea made a face. “I think a lot of people have already taken off for home. It’s like a ghost town compared to Wednesday and yesterday.”
    “Good. Maybe we can start breaking down early.”
    “Wouldn’t that be nice? You’re here until tomorrow anyway, though, right?”
    Lisette sighed. “Yeah. And I hope I’m not delayed getting home.”
    “Hot date?”
    Lisette felt her face flush as her friend’s mouth dropped open.
    “Oh my God, you do have a hot date! Tell me, tell me!”
    “Not much to tell,” she mumbled. Why were there never any convenient holes to sink into when you needed to?
    “Who is he? Where did you meet him?”
    Oh, so not going there … She did her best to hedge. “He’s a professor. I met him through friends. But we’ve only been on one date.” If you can call that scene a “date.”
    Lisette held in a snort. She doubted most women did the kinds of things she’d done with Ryan when they were on first dates. But then again, she wasn’t most women, and that’s what she’d wanted. She refused to feel bad about it. After a couple of her friends had found out about her kink, they’d been flabbergasted. A few had been disgusted, so now she kept her sex life to herself. It was nobody’s business.
    As soon as Ryan walked into the club last week, Lisette had fixated on him. She’d watched him interact with Jack and Callie, a couple she recognized from right before she left Master Taz, but had never met personally. He seemed comfortable in his skin and yet a little nervous, which was an irresistible combination. She’d sniffed him out as a new Dom almost immediately. For some reason he seemed like the perfect guy to ease back into the lifestyle with. Lisette hadn’t been wrong.
    Andrea must’ve sensed her reluctance to talk about it. She knew how badly Lisette’s last relationship had ended, she just hadn’t known why. With a brief squeeze to her shoulder, Andrea smiled.
    “Good luck. You know I’m always around if you need me, right?”
    “I do.” Lisette drew her friend into a quick hug. She felt bad for being so evasive, and her gut told her Andrea would be okay with her choice to be a submissive, but that moment, in the middle of the trade show floor, was not a good time for a confession like that.
    * * * *
    On Saturday night, Lisette dressed with care. She was tired from her busy week, but the thought of seeing Ryan again had her heart beating like a hummingbird’s wings. He’d texted her yesterday afternoon, and her pussy had instantly reacted, flooding with juices right out there on the show floor. Lisette was lucky no one was close at the time, or they no doubt would’ve smelled her arousal.
    Ryan had sent her clothing to wear tonight after convincing Callie to call her for her address, saying he felt like a stalker looking it up online. He’d thought it might be less threatening if Callie called rather than him, and he’d been right. Lisette appreciated that he was trying to make her feel safe and giving her an out if she wasn’t willing to disclose her address. At the same time, he’d apparently asked Callie to estimate Lisette’s sizes, and she and Callie had had a good laugh over that.
    Dressing in the corset she’d found in the box, she then pulled out and put on the French-cut panties and short black skirt. With her large breasts, she’d never been a huge fan of corsets, always feeling like she was falling out of